one saturday,

Today was such a nice Saturday, and it's going to be like that for now. I didn't have to go to school in the morning for sectionals. Not that I detest it or anything, but it just takes up a lot of my Saturday time, considering the fact I am mostly out from lunch till late at night. Once I woke up, I realised I was the only one at home. Then I remembered my parents sent Jean to school and they had gone for their usual Saturday Morning Jog. I did violin practice and for once in a long while, my fingertips on my left hand were actually acheing. That's because the last time I practiced was exactly 12 hours ago and I just learnt that my fingers take about 20 hours to recover from the 1hour+ daily torture.

I managed to spend some time studying (yes, I have started studying and I'm being honest, so I hope anyone who reads this will be inspired to start getting to work) and then walking around the house aimlessly and looking at what other people were doing. I realised that I can't study for more than 2 hours a day because anythikng more than that is unproductive. It would just be like reading some non-fiction books.

After a relaxing morning, went out with my parents and started the rest of a usual hectic Saturday. There was Paul Fellowship anniversary so Timothy Fellowship people met for dinner before going. I was not that hungry but I decided to eat anyway. Pay back for NAPFA. I got force-treated to an iced milo by Andrew and gave in in the end. The fellowships in church have a really common bond - or something we all practice. Whenever its another fellowship's anniversary, our present is in the form of a performance, more commonly, presenting a song. So that's what we did. Then after the anniversary celebration, the TF camp comm had a meeting to evaluate the camp overall. Jean is still now back and I think she'll be back around 11.30pm. She's having some Arts Appreciation Concert thingy. I haven't seen her the whole day.

And that ends my day, well, nearly. I'm ending this post now because I don't like the heat here. My father is smart. If I were fighting a war, I'd want him on my side. While I was showering, he cleverly walked into my room and switched on the air con promptly at 9.50pm. When I stepped out of my toilet, I was quite pleasantly surprised at how my room was suddenly so cool. His aim was probably to make me sleep earlier (and be more alert for church tmr). Since the air con is already on and I don't really want to waste electricity by staying out here in the heat typing this, that's all for now.